i may be a bird in a cage but at least it's your cage

Today I think we should play a game I have just made up, which is called "Share songs with funny or kick-ass titles, regardless of the quality of the actual song, though it would be nice if they weren't terrible".

I will start: [The Fake Fictions -- "Snappy Answers To Stupid Questions"] 5MB, .mp3.

Now you go.


I spent Saturday [here], watching about 50% of my favorite local bands rock it down on the campus of a biofuels plant in the middle of nowhere, Chatham County, NC. Such is life, occasionally. Nobody got sunburnt, nobody got embarrassingly drunk, and everyone had fun. Well, at least I had fun and I think everyone else had fun. That's what counts, right?

I have had an unreleased song by a beloved beloved local band stuck in my head for the last two days, and I find the whole thing vaguely irritating; it's become the worst part, the only really bad part, of seeing the same bands over and over again while they're between releases, knowing and loving these songs that I have no access to listen to outside of a live setting. Or, I suppose, even worse than that: knowing and loving these songs, and finally getting them on an album, and realizing that the album really sort of sucks. That happened this year, too.

In other news, the NC DMV also sucks.